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Moobs and the Bikini

This month is going to be a doozy. James’ due date is coming up in one week. Then the hubs is going to finish his last clinical rotation of his medical school career. Match Day is going to be here the next week. And then to top it all off, we’re redeeming our Christmas gift from my fabulous in-laws (thank you thank you thank you!!!!!) in the form of a cruise to the Bahamas (no kids!!).

That being said, I’ve been searching for a cute bathing suit. Mom bods are tricky, y’all. I have a ton of cute bathing suits. But none of them really fit me. Over the past few swimsuit seasons, I have either been hugely pregnant, sort of pregnant, or recently pregnant. This leads me to where I am today: NOT pregnant and down 25 lbs from last year. I never looked big or anything, but I am a naturally small girl, so 25 lbs is A LOT for me to lose. And losing that weight has done a number on this body of mine.

You see, I used to have a nice rack. Think 34DDD. They were perky too. And then I had children. And even though I didn’t breastfeed for very long at all, these moobs (mom boobs) still look like deflated balloons that hang down a good two inches from where they used to comfortably sit. What the hell?? I don’t even know what bra size I am now because my body has changed that much. I wish that wasn’t the case, but it’s true.

Even with the girls hanging low, I felt sassy enough to try on some two-pieces this year. I’m still sitting pretty at 125 from that stomach bug, after all.

But let me tell you, nothing will make you feel more humble than trying on a bikini after you pop out a few kids. And some advice for you– please don’t get on Facebook and look back on pictures of yourself in a swimsuit from your college days. Just don’t do it.

In the end, I did manage to find one that makes me look pretty good. It was cute, and it was cheap. And it’s a dark color, which will be perfect for the river. I’m going to have some weird tan lines, but whatevs. Thank you, Target, for being super clutch when I needed you the most. You da real MVP.

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